Monday, January 31, 2011
# I hate it when you talk to someone every single day and then all of a sudden it just stops. And then neither of you say a word to each other. # There was a boy whose first love was a girl in a picture, which he found on the street. He picked it up and kept it. As time went by he married, but still kept it.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
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